Current mood:

determined

Swan Song
Elros paces in agitation. The misive of the Valar having left him in a state of harsh worry - worry for those not in Doriath who do not know what is to come.

Worry for his twin.

He has been feeling too much like the crowd gifted by his forefather nothing but a burden weighing him down and as foolish as it may seem he no longer cares for it.

In a move that would likely get harsh commentary from all sides of this company living with Doriath Elros has decided someone needs to find how those in the other elven havens - particularly the seaside ones - are and warn them. Elros can admit to himself the ulterior motive there, that he wants to find his twin once again, but the need to do so is too strong.

He takes one last look at his quarters before heading to the throneroom and pinning his own message on the door.


We are not the only ones cursed by the Valar's wrath. Someone needs to warn those at risk and I feel I should be the one.

Call me fool, if you will, but I'm sure you will be able to cope without one half-elf in your midst.

I would hand leadership back to Nienor but I would not be surprised if you argue and fight over it anyway.

Do what you will, I must do what I need to do.

- Elros Eärendilion Peredhel